Your 2016 New England Patriots Are Super Bowl Champions

Taylor McCloud — Pats Militia

(Disclaimer: I’ll have more in-depth pieces coming all throughout the week.)

The New England Patriots are world champions.

I know that’s a pretty lame way to start a blog like this, but it is, without a doubt, the most important thing I want you to take away from this. Everything else I’m going to say doesn’t really matter. I’d like to think it will, but in comparison to the fact that TB12 & co. are Super Bowl champions yet again, my words are decidedly insignificant.

However, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to write them.

To be honest, it was surreal typing that first sentence. I’ve been blogging for about a year and a half now, and this is the exact moment I’ve been waiting for. There is nothing better than being able to express just how sweet it is to watch your favorite team, a group you’ve followed from July until now, claim the throne. I guess there’s no real way to confirm that, but this is the first time I’m getting to do it, and it feels pretty fucking good.

I can’t believe what I watched last night. The Patriots were in a twenty-five point hole in the middle of the third quarter, and they came back to win the Super Bowl. It obviously was real, and it actually happened, but it just doesn’t make sense. I can’t wrap my mind around it.

When Malcolm Butler intercepted Russell Wilson to seal Super Bowl XLIX, I never thought I’d see anything of the same magnitude. The play itself, and the feeling I had because of it were two of the most unique, and best things I’ve ever experienced. To transition from the lowest of lows after the Jermaine Kearse catch, to the highest of highs after the Butler interception was life-changing. Up until that point, I’d never been through such an emotional shift and I was convinced I never would again.

I was wrong.

That emotional shift I’m talking about pales in comparison to what happened last night.

The Falcons scored first, second, and third. Before I knew what hit me, they were up twenty-one points. It was looking like a blowout, and I’ll admit, down 21-0, I didn’t feel great. Had I given up hope? Absolutely not. Was I pretty concerned? You’d better believe it.

Little did I know, though, that it would only get worse. Stephen Gostkowski kicked a FG to bring the score to 21-3, but the Falcons put another one in the endzone and extended the lead to 28-3.

Once again, I didn’t feel great. The previous largest comeback in Super Bowl history was also conducted by Tom Brady, but that one was only ten points. This was twenty-five and time was running out. But there was a part of me, a part of me buried deep in the back of my mind that told me the Pats had it in them, and man, am I glad I listened.

When the scoreboard read 28-3, one thing kept running through my head: be perfect. In order for the Patriots to pull off that type of comeback, they were going to have to be perfect.

And that’s exactly what they were.

Everyone, from Tom Brady down, was perfect. In the fourth quarter, nothing went wrong. Even when it seemed like the game was lost (Julio Jones ripped my heart out), it wasn’t. Each time things started to crumble, this team put them back together. The offense, the defense, the special teams, everyone did their job, and literally everything that needed to happen in that fourth quarter, did.

The first James White touchdown, the Hightower strip sack, the catch by Edelman, a two point conversion, the holding call against Atlanta, everything just fell into place, and before I could even comprehend what was going on, Tom Brady had the ball at his own 8 yard-line, down eight points, with two timeouts and 3:20 left on the clock.

I’m going to sound like a complete jerk by saying this, but I think I can speak for Patriot Nation when I say this: I knew this game was for the taking right then. TB had the ball, down eight with time on the clock, and timeouts to use? That’s money. That’s a situation that Thomas Edward Patrick Brady Jr. was born to be a part of and it’s a situation he capitalized on.

Calmly, he drove the Pats 92 yards down the field, put the ball in the endzone, converted the two-point, and gave us a tie ballgame heading into OT.

The captains went out for the cointoss, Matthew Slater called heads, the coin showed heads, and it was all over. Tom Brady, with a full fifteen minutes to work with, had the ball at the 25 yard-line and needed a touchdown to win the game. For most quarterbacks, that would have been a challenge. For Tom Brady, that’s a drive he’s made a million times. He could have done it in his sleep.

Without a hint of hesitation, he marched the offense down the field, shredding that Falcon defense with surgical precision. Then, as the Martellus Bennett drew a pass interference call at the one yard-line, James White slammed the ball over the goalline, the rest is history, and your New England Patriots are Super Bowl champions.

Go Pats.










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